Music pulls tightly at my soul
follows me out as I stroll...

Blood red is the shadow round your eyes
as you look out on dying skies...

My mother in law is visiting
Tomorrow just at three...

Golden cells of honeycomb
that tastes sweetly on your lips...

In the mirror
a place time forgot...

As I descend towards a fatal thrall
The landscape plots and twists in my demise...

Deep in the dark we huddle,
no food or water to spare...